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RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
MY LIF E.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
STORIES OF WATERLOO,"
WILD SPORTS OF THE WEST,"
Su Anthony.—Come bere, sirrah! who the devil are you?
endeavour to recollect.
Egeon.—Why look you strange on me? You know me well. Ant. E. – I never saw you in my life till now.
Comedy of Errors.
I HAD been delicate from infancy-and the enervating effects of an unhealthy climate obliged me to retire upon half-pay, and quit Ceylon for England, to try if native air would restore a shattered constitution. I came to London for medical advice ; and while my physician was anxious that I should continue immediately under his eye, he recommended me. for amusement and exercise, to make frequent excursions around the British capital.
No advice could have been more congenial to a truant disposition." I, who had been butfeted about the world from my boyhood, willingly became a roamer after health ; and in